"Eggs and ham, eggs and ham, eggs and ham," I chanted while making breakfast. I bounced around the kitchen to the "tune" of the syllables of the words I was repeatedly saying. My parents had already (reluctantly) left for work, leaving me alone in an empty house.
Except for the furniture.
And the guest room.
There were people in there.
Zayn and Niall.
They spent the night because my parents didn't want me to be alone in the house and they trust that they won't rape me or something.
To be honest, I was grateful for the company, because who knows when I'd have another breakdown? I've decided that the attic is off-limits for right now. For reasons that only (most) of the boys know. I had no clue about Harry, whether he knew or not.
"Eggs and ham, eggs and ham, eggs and ham, eggs and ham......" I chanted and bounced with the ham over to the stovetop and dumped it all into the frying pan before bouncing back to the fridge to get cheese.
"Eggs and ham, eggs and ham, breakfast?" a familiar voice said. I turned to see a shirtless Zayn bouncing around the kitchen like I was.
"Dude! Kid got abs!" I said, poking his stomach before dumping the cheese in the frying pan and mixing it into the eggs and ham.
"My tummy!" Zayn protested, covering his stomach with his hands.
"I like your hair. It's just.... BOOM! Right there!" I said, making fun of his hair, which still had gel in it, so it kinda went in all directions. "You can't ignore it."
He pulled up his sweatpants and huffed. "Fine. If you're going to make fun of my hair, you might as well just leave," he joked, pointing at the front door with a serious look on his face.
"My house," I said. "You slept here, you get made fun of. It's the law." I shrugged.
"Fine. Be that way."
I took a small piece of ham from the pan and flicked it at him when he wasn't looking.
It landed in his hair.
I had to stifle a laugh, so I quickly turned back to the stove and dumped the breakfast onto a plate. It didn't work, because as soon as I shut off the burner, I couldn't hold it in anymore and I laughed so hard I fell on the floor.
And it wasn't even that funny!
I'm so glad I wore pajama pants last night.....
"It's cold in this house. Don't you have heat?" a Niall voice asked.
"We call it a blanket, but your way works, too," I said.
"Do I smell food?"
I grinned and stood up. "Eggs and ham, eggs and ham, eggs and ham, eggs and ham," Zayn and I chanted, bouncing around the island in the middle of the kitchen. Niall just looked at us like we were crazy and joined us.
"Eggs and ham, eggs and ham, eggs and ham......."

Notes

Yeah......... I'm hungry again.
This entire chapter was based on the bowl -- yes, bowl -- of scrambled eggs and ham that I ate when I wrote the first paragraph. Thank you for inspiration, yumminess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I want juice.........